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N J^E are the products of our own Desires ; 

We are the Future of the Past that is ; 
We are the Caldrons where the Inner Fires 

Melt from the dross the Sacred Worth 
that is. 
We are the Masters by Divine Birthright; 
We are the slaves that gall in chains of Night; 

Ours is the All and Ours the Nothingness ; 
We are the Darkness and Ourselves the Light. 
outward eyes that's surfeited with seeing; 
finite ears, deaf to the Voice of Being, 

Ope, ope thy portals, Soul of all Life, 
Give me the vision, I must gain the Height. 



To 
F, E. P. 



CONTEMPLATION. 

7^ HE torn and troubled sea 
^^ Doth hold its pearls; 
The hunchback hills, the seeds 
Of future worlds. 

The dark and doleful night 

Doth have its stars ; 
The warted moon, its light 

Beyond clouds bars. 

The little child's bright eyes 
Doth hold its dreams, 

Though man's vague vision dies 
In bubbled schemes. 

The Infinitude of Life 

Doth hold its All, 
And my brave heart, its strife 

And Calm's sweet thrall. 



THE SEAS ARE EVER THE SEAS. 

'^fk THOUSAND ships are anchored at port 
-^ ^ On the breast that heaves and rolls ; 
A thousand ships put out to sea 

With their cargoes of human souls. 

Each with his hope and each with his 

woe, 
Seeking the place where he longs to go, 
Leaving his love and his home ; 
But the seas are ever the seas, my dear, 

And the seas leave not their own. 
A thousand blooms on the sun-kissed hills 

Beckon to them as they go, 
A thousand stars in the arch of the sky 
Glimmer and gleam and glow. 

The ships sail on o'er the darkening deep 
The travelers dream in their cradled 
sleep, 
Forgetting their love and their home ; 
But the seas are ever the seas, my dear, 
And never forget their own. 

The tides dash bold on the frozen cliffs, 

The tides flow in o'er the tropic sand; 
But the heart of the sea in its lonely depths 
Knows nought of the sun-kissed land; 
Knows nought of the blooms on the hills, 

dear, 
Knows nought of the stars in the sky, 
dear, 
Or the woe or the hope or the home ; 
But the seas are ever the seas, my dear. 
And the seas do know their own. 



The storm clouds smother the glowing stars 
And drive the ships in the troughs of the 
waves ; 
The storm seas rage and shriek and moan 

And hurl the crafts to their gaping graves. 
The tides of the seas and human souls, 
Scattered like weeds in the shallow 
shoals, 
Struggle and gasp and groan; 
But the seas are ever the seas, my dear. 
And the seas shall have their own. 




THE CRY OF THE WORLD. 

^^1 HE World cries out for a man, ray boy, 
^^ A man that's a man clear thru, 
Who feels the throb of the pulse of God 

In the work he has to do. 
Who sees and knows, and knowing sees 

In the dim of the past and thru 
The mist of the years that ahead appears 

In the future of me and you. 

The World cries out for an honest man ; 

A man who can be and do 
The right, tho the lure would seek to obscure 

His purpose from me and you ; 
Whose life is as clean as the open wind 

And pure as the sky is blue, 
Who can stand in the din and Sickening Sin 

And keep his own heart true. 

The World cries out for a man *mong men. 

Who pulls at the oar, and who 
Gives his own arm to keep off the harm 

From the life of me and you ; 
Who lives for the love of serving a friend, 

Thinks not of reward that's due. 
In service moves, and in service proves 

His love ifor me and you. 

And you are the man of to-morrow, my hoy. 

The great World cries for you. 
! answer the need. ! pay close heed 

To the clear call, calling thru 
The noise of the street, the low sad so (3 

And the song of the bird in the blue, 
And the Voice will show you the way to go 

For the wide World calls for you. 



THE QUEST. 

"JplHE East will ever look out to the AVest 
^^ The sun will ever go down to the sea ; 
The waves evermore will rush to the shore 
Thru the lapse of eternity. 

The earth will yearn for the kiss o'f the sun 
'Til its heart is still and cold; 

The bee will seek for the luscious sweet 
The blushing flowers hold. 

The child will ever reach out its hands 
For the rainbow bubble that gleams ; 

Away from the sod, man turns to his God 
For the answer of all his dreams. 

Out of the valley and over the hill 

The path leads ever and on ; 
The quest of the Soul is the ultimate goal 

That always lies just beyond. 



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